Bøger af James Otis

Three years ago last August, it is unnecessary to specify the exact date, Teddy Wright was not only a very lonely fellow, but considered himself abused by circumstances. During the previous season he had studied very hard at the military school on the Hudson which he often referred to slightingly as "the barracks," and as a reward for the flattering reports sent home by his teachers, had been promised a long vacation in the Adirondacks with a schoolmate who lived in the northern portion of New York state.

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""Ezra Jordan's Escape From The Massacre At Fort Loyall"" is a historical fiction novel written by James Otis and originally published in 1895. The book follows the story of Ezra Jordan, a young boy who becomes caught up in the violence and chaos of the French and Indian War in the mid-18th century. After witnessing the brutal massacre of his family and fellow settlers at Fort Loyall, Ezra must use his wits and resourcefulness to survive and find his way to safety. Along the way, he encounters a variety of characters, including Native Americans, British soldiers, and other settlers, all of whom play a role in his journey. The novel is a thrilling adventure story that also provides a window into the historical events and cultural tensions of the era.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

This Is A New Release Of The Original 1882 Edition.

It is not for one like me to make any pretense at trying to fashion a scholar's story out of the poor efforts of Sidney Hubbard, and myself, Clare Butler, to second the brave work of those noble men who, by enduring countless hardships and sparing not their own blood, finally rid the Carolinas of those leeches who claimed to be the king's servants-Governor William Tryon, Edmund Fanning and others of like brood. I count to set down on these pages such an account as I may be able to give concerning what we of the Carolinas did in those dark days eight years before the first patriot blood was shed at Lexington, and this task is to be performed simply that my descendants may, by reading our story, use their utmost efforts to preserve the fair country which has cost their forefathers so much of blood, anguish and bodily suffering.

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The Minute Boys of the Mohawk Valley is a historical fiction novel written by James Otis. The story is set in the Mohawk Valley during the American Revolution and follows the adventures of three young boys who become involved in the war effort. The main characters are Jack, Dick, and Harry, who are all under the age of sixteen and eager to help their country. The boys join the local militia and become known as the Minute Boys, a group of young volunteers who are ready to fight at a moment's notice. The story is filled with action, adventure, and historical details about the American Revolution. The Minute Boys of the Mohawk Valley is a great book for young readers who are interested in history and enjoy exciting stories.At that moment, while we were making the air ring with our shouts of triumph, I saw a figure emerge from that sinister pile of dead and maimed and come limpingly in the direction of the fort, moving evidently with great effort and slowly.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

""A Runaway Brig: Or An Accidental Cruise"" is a novel written by James Otis and first published in 1888. The story follows the adventures of a group of young boys who accidentally find themselves on board a runaway brig, which takes them on a thrilling and dangerous journey across the high seas. Along the way, they encounter pirates, storms, and other challenges that test their courage and resourcefulness. The book is a classic adventure tale that captures the excitement and danger of life at sea in the 19th century, and is sure to captivate readers of all ages with its vivid descriptions and thrilling plot.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

""The Princess and Joe Potter"" is a novel written by James Otis and first published in 1898. The story revolves around a young girl named Princess Rosemary, who is a member of European royalty. She is sent to America to stay with her uncle, where she meets a young boy named Joe Potter. The two become good friends, despite their different backgrounds, and embark on many adventures together. However, their friendship is tested when a group of kidnappers target Princess Rosemary, and Joe must use all his wit and courage to save her. The novel explores themes of friendship, bravery, and the differences between social classes. It is a heartwarming tale that is suitable for readers of all ages.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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With Perry On Lake Erie: A Tale Of 1812 is a historical fiction novel written by James Otis and originally published in 1899. The book tells the story of the Battle of Lake Erie during the War of 1812, focusing on the leadership of Commodore Oliver Hazard Perry. The plot follows a young sailor named Jack who joins Perry's crew and becomes involved in the battle against the British. The book is filled with action-packed scenes of naval warfare and vivid descriptions of life aboard a warship. Otis also includes historical details about the war and the key players involved, making the book a fascinating and educational read for anyone interested in American history. Overall, With Perry On Lake Erie is an exciting adventure story that brings to life an important moment in American military history.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

"Say, boys, come 'round over here by the fountain, an' I'll show you something!" Skip Jellison shouted to a party of his friends who were seated on a curbstone, not far from the Newsboys' Lodging House, gravely discussing a business proposition which had been made by Sid Barker. "What's the matter?" Reddy Jackson asked, replacing his fragment of a hat. "Come over here; an' you must be quick about it, or the show will be ended." Skip was so excited that his acquaintances and friends concluded it must be something of considerable importance to cause him to move in such a lively manner, and they followed him a short distance down the street, until it was possible to have a full view of the fountain. There the cause of Master Jellison's agitation could be seen. Seated on the edge of the iron basin, with a newspaper parcel unrolled in front of him, was a boy, apparently about twelve years of age, who, to the newsboy spectators, looked painfully neat and clean. Skip and his friends saw that the boy was a stranger in the city.

Excerpt: ... follow your trail, lads," Major Clarke said with a smile. "You shall do as you please." Now it would have suited me better to remain in safety aboard the flat-boat, yet there was a chance that now I might show my desire to repair the wrong committed, and I replied as if my heart was full of courage: "We may not be of much assistance, sir; but I should like it better if we had a hand in the work." Whereupon Paul stepped closely to my side as if to say I had but spoken the thoughts which were in his mind. Thus it was that we two followed the volunteers, knowing full well we might fall into an ambush, and certain we would soon be battling with our enemies. Among these men led by Major Clarke, there was not one ignorant of how the work before him should be accomplished. No orders, were necessary. Pg 134 The volunteers moved ten or twelve paces apart, stretching far up from the river until they were what would be called by military men a "skirmish line," and then began the advance, while the flat-boat remained moored to the bank and two settlers were paddling at full speed up-stream to warn the other craft. Save for the bungling movements of Paul and myself, not a sound could be heard as we pressed forward, keenly on the alert for the enemy, and ready for an immediate attack. It was as if a company of shadows flitted here and there amid the underbrush, so far as might be told from sound, and although the advance was noiseless, it was made swiftly. Paul and I were left somewhat in the rear because of not being able to keep the pace silently, and during more than half of the hour which passed, I failed to see a single man ahead of us. Then suddenly, although we knew full well it must soon come, the report of a rifle rang out Pg 135 on the still air; after this another and another, until there could be no question but that the foremost of the party had come upon those of whom we gave warning. My timorousness was forgotten on the instant

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Over in that portion of the big woods where the brook swings around a clump of alders in order to wind in and out among the trees is a very large and very old oak tree whose branches afford a roosting place for all the feathered inhabitants of that vicinity, and give shade on warm days to all who are forced to wear fur coats during the summer. This oak tree stands near what might be called a "corner" of the brook, and because old Mr. James Crow is to be found among its branches every moment of the day or night except when out in search of food, the oak tree, the bend of the brook, and the land in that immediate neighborhood have come to be known as "Crow's Corner," so Mr. Bunny Rabbit declares, and there is no reason to doubt his word.

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Archie Hemming is as straight-headed a boy as was ever raised in Boston town, and he insists that, while we are seemingly idling our time away here in the Cambridge camp, I ought to set down what small share we lads of Boston have had in beating the lobster backs, for certain it is we have done our share, and no less a man than General Israel Putnam has told us plainly that we have already been of great aid to the Cause. After such praise as that it would not be strange if we allowed ourselves to be puffed up with pride, more especially because we can recall many a time since a baker's dozen of us took the high sounding name of "Minute Boys of Boston," when we have come off best in a tussle with the king's soldiers or the rascally Tories.

"I'm going to try it. Deacon Jones says I can have the right to run both things for ten dollars, and Uncle Nathan is going to lend me money enough to get the stock." "What scheme have you got in your head now, Teddy Hargreaves?" and Mrs. Fernald looked over her spectacles at the son of her widowed sister, who was literally breathless in his excitement. "I'm going to run a cane an' knife board at the Peach Bottom fair, and try to make money enough to pay the debt mother owes on the place." "You're crazy-mad as a March hare! The idea of a child like you setting yourself up to earn three or four hundred dollars, when your father worked all his life and couldn't get so much together."

Tom Pratt firmly believed he was the most unfortunate boy in Maine when, on a certain June morning, his father sent him to the beach for a load of seaweed. Tom had never been in love with a farmer's life. He fancied that in any other sphere of action he could succeed, if not better, certainly more easily, than by weeding turnips or hoeing corn on the not very productive farm. But either planting or digging was preferable to loading a huge cart with the provokingly slippery weeds which his father insisted on gathering for compost each summer. Therefore, when the patient oxen, after much goading and an unusual amount of noise from their impatient driver, stood knee-deep in the surf contentedly chewing their cuds and enjoying the cool footbath, Tom, instead of beginning his work, sat at the forward part of the cart gazing seaward, thinking, perhaps, how pleasant must be a sailor's life while the ocean was calm and smiling as on this particular day.

Between Fox Peak and Smoke Creek Desert, on the western edge of the State of Nevada, is a beautiful valley, carpeted with bunch grass, which looks particularly bright and green to the venturesome traveller who has just crossed either of the two deserts lying toward the east.

1882. A Sequel to Toby Tyler. Illustrated. The story begins: Why, we could start a circus jest as easy as a wink, Toby, 'cause you know all about one; an' all you'd have to do would be to tell us fellers what to do, an' we'd 'tend to the rest. Yes; but you see we hain't got a tent, or hosses, or wagons, or nothin', an' I don't see how you could get a circus up that way; and the speaker hugged his knees as he rocked himself to and fro in a musing way on the rather sharp point of a large rock, on which he had seated himself in order to hear what his companion had to say that was so important. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.

If I ever attempted to set down a story in words, it would be concerning the time when I was much the same as a slave among the Dutch of New Amsterdam, meaning a certain part of the world in that America where so many of my father's countrymen came after they left England, because of the King's not allowing them to worship God in the way they believed to be right. It sounds odd to say that an English boy was ever held as slave by the Dutch, and perhaps I have no right to make such statement, because it is not strictly true, although there were many years in my life when I did the same work, and received the same fare, as did the negroes in the early days of New Amsterdam.

Excerpt: ...had come into my heart the certainty that death stood very near. "Instead of showing that we could play the part of men, we have simply come into this town of York and put a halter around the neck of that honest man from Jersey, for had we remained at home without dreaming of accomplishing the impossible in the way of winning glory, he would have deserted from the British army in order to carry the information to General Lafayette, and thus be out of danger." "One would suppose to hear you talk, Fitz Hamilton, that the end had come

"If that 'ere ain't a boat, Cap'n Eph, I'll agree to eat this buff-skin, an' wash it down with a pint of Uncle Sam's best oil," and Mr. Samuel Peters, first assistant of Carys' Ledge light, flattened his nose against the glass of the lantern as he peered out over the surging waters which surrounded the light-house on every hand. An odd-looking man was Mr. Peters (better known to his companions in the service as "Sammy"), because of the fact that a bullet from the works of Petersburg had ploughed a deep furrow across his left cheek, and carried away a goodly portion of one ear. Thus indelibly branded as a veteran of the Civil War, Mr. Peters had been glad to accept the position of first assistant keeper of Carys' Ledge light, under the command of his old comrade-in-arms, Captain Ephraim Downs.